Loneliness, the most trusted companion of the night
Comes by slowly, and climbs into the empty chambers of my heart
Embraces my moments with vague reminiscences of my past
And the chaos of my inner society, swiftly departs.
I look out of my window, at the forlorn beauty in the sky
Glowing in silver, seeking no recognition from another
Happy to waltz through the night on her own
Seeking attention from no other.
Why can't I be like her? I wonder with a mournful sigh
Like her serene presence across the night sky
Be happy on my own just being my best version
And the cold wind stirs in response to my question.
If only I could be like her?